Wringer - Blue & Black текст песни

Well you got no use, all you got is excuses
Seems like everything's coming up dead roses
Can you really blame it all on luck?
You do the deed and then you pass the buck
Never thought to break it down, just fuck it up

It's simple, it all comes back
A well-earned smack, it all comes back
You're never gonna stop 'til you're blue and black

And now you're red in the face, but you're placing the blame
Ain't it just insane how some things never change
You treat the world like a punching bag
Never thought that it would hit you back
Knock you the fuck down and drag you out
And on and on and on